Muddy days out there
On those killing fields
Cambodians facing death
And everlasting fear
In a country turned to year zero
Where are the voices for its survival?
Pol Pot, you bastard
Four years reign of terror
All killed without a bloody reason
Fear of a nightmare takes them on
They don't sleep, they just keep going on
Stop for a minute then you're done
They cross the fields and then most of them are gone
Still crying
Three nights in a row babe
You've been running for your life
Your heart is bursting and there is no shed of light
Faces of death haunting you, but all you see is empty eyes
Striving to survive but the killing fields will always rise
When someone's taken they're never released
Brutally put to death with no grief
Staring at their captors eyes, fading into final sleep
The human cost of revolutions are horrific indeed
Still crying
Three nights in a row babe
You've been running for your life
Your heart is bursting and there is no shed of light
Faces of death haunting you, but all you see is empty eyes
Striving to survive but the killing fields will always rise
Still crying
Three nights in a row babe
You've been running for your life
Your heart is bursting and there is no shed of light
Faces of death haunting you, but all you see is empty eyes
Striving to survive but the killing fields will always rise
